You were swimming. You didn't know why, but you were deep in the ocean, gazing at stray anemone that poked out of nearby rocks. There were strange fishes in the water, even two particular see through fish. One orange and one blue. The blue fish unnerved you. The orange one was comforting. They swam with you through the cold waters.

You were swimming upwards, it seems. The light from the water's surface seemed dim and all you could see was the green, algae tinged sand beneath you. It appears you need to swim harder to get to the top of the ocean then. You could barely see your grandma on the surface.

Eels shaped like Nala, Joey and Dewey cackled at you. Suddenly, large plates of spaghetti were chucked at them. They shrieked and ran away when giant meatballs rolled after them threateningly. Surprisingly enough, you didn't feel so good about that happening to them..

Next to you was ghostie. She seemed lost in thought, looking around the ocean. She poked the sand and looked disappointed, looking at her hand with a distant expression. You did the same, only to find that you weren't dreaming as deeply as you thought anymore. The sand didn't have a texture you could recognize and the water felt like air. Did you even touch it? Dreams are weird and their logic weirder.. but.. Perhaps you could do some shenanigans while you're at it.. Hehe..

T-REX TIME!

Ghostie looked at you with a dumbfounded expression; her red eyes almost glowing against the blue seas.

It was then that you noticed her eyes are comforting to look at.

In your self-awareness, the water swirled and everything turned white.

Thanks for caring, dreamscape. Can't even dream in peace. You just wanted to turn into a T-rex.. is that so hard to ask?...

You opened your eyes bleakly, wondering why the sparkly dark cave ceiling and the sentry station was suddenly orange and plastic. It smelled like marinara sauce and glue for some reason. A comforting, yet nauseating smell emanated from the warm little hut. Sure, it wasn't the most pleasant scent but the blankets were too soft to complain. You sighed and rested your head on the pillow again. The pleasant hum of your checkered scarf was soothing and lulled you into a drowsy state once more..

Wait...

Pillow?

Tent?

You pat what was covering you, and it was indeed a warm blanket as you suspected.

Who put you in here?

You shot up from the bone patterned quilt; it had the words "Cool dude human!" on it. The dude part was crossed out with a familiar shade of red. It reminded you of the marker Papyrus used for his eyebrows. You touched the 'marker' to find that it was sticky tack. It peeled off easily with little hassle; which was relieving. You didn't want the quilt to get ruined after all. The quilt patterns were really intricate, with stitches that looped out to create swirls in the bone prints. Tiny, yet detailed patterns decorated the hem with little snowflakes. Heck, there was even a racecar in the middle of the thing.

Whoever made this must have been really dedicated. These stitches usually take a good while to make, much less keep consistently.

*Either that or they have a lot of time on their hands…* Ghostie muttered sleepily, so she must have woken up recently. You giggled breathily at the thought of her possibly having bedhead, no matter how nonsensical the idea was.

You eyed the tent around you. It was small, but a cozy hideout nonetheless. You gazed at the fuzzy felt pillow. It was soft and still warm from when you used it. The fleece pillowcase and plushy inside guaranteed your comfort would be maximum!

It had a small stain of purple marinara that also seemed to be glittery.

*In the end, all roads lead to Papyrus.*

'Indeed. I'm still wondering why everything smells like spaghetti.. but then again, I don't wanna know.'

*To be honest, it's best not to know a lot of things about Papyrus. Saves you a mighty headache, really.*

'True. I'll get out though. The smell is making me feel a bit sick to my stomach now.'

You got out of the orange hideout, making sure that your scarf was on. It wasn't too hot nor did it let any cold in, so you were feeling extremely comfortable as soon as you got outside. The fresh, crisp air hit you as soon as you opened the tent door, and surprisingly enough, you didn't feel cold.

'Thank you, scarf.' You thought. The scarf might have listened, or maybe it didn't. It was a mystery indeed.

Looking around, the deerlike monster wasn't here this time. Small bits of ash on the snow indicated that his smoke break wasn't too far off though. The once empty sentry station was now occupied by none other than the lesser dog! He seemed to be on a break, since his armor was off and he was eating some trail mix. Surprisingly enough, he wore an ugly Gyftmas sweater. Maybe they don't know about Thanksgiving down here?

*They probably don't, though it would be funny if they did. Can you imagine? Native american monsters? Hehe..*

You looked at the clear bag of his trail mix a bit closer, but not close enough to disturb him.

*Upon further observation, you find that the trail mix is made of beef jerky, dog bones and.. Pommeraisins. Should I be worried, now that you took a few boxes of them?*

'Well, it must be a nice combo, if he's enjoying it so much.'

*You're too brave, frisk. Too brave. I bet you eat broccoli pizza, don't you?*

'I would rather eat moss, to be honest.'

*First pine needles and now moss? Your reign of terror keeps getting worse, my liege.*

'Tis' a sacrifice I must make, my dear ghostie, for I enjoy nothing more than defying vegetables.'

*You absolute deviant. You have shattered the system in a mossy way. How do you feel, sir-Friskalot?*

'I feel severely malnourished.'

*No, wait- really?*

'Heck no. Now, someone who doesn't eat veggies would for sure though.'

*I feel like your grandma is scaring you to eat healthy at this point.*

'Nuh-uh.'

*You believe in Santa, right?*

'Wah, you got me.'

In your prime of 6 years old, you would continue monologuing about Santa's existence in this mortal plane, but hunger had dissuaded you from any chance at intellectual debate. (Let's be honest, you were totally going to keep saying "Santa is real." for as long as you had to.)

...He IS real, right? There's no way that your grandma eats all those cookies at night. But then again... oatmeal raisin has always been her favorite... And yours too, now that you thought about it...

What if you were eating them in your sleep?!

*Frisk, I have seen a lot of things. Sleep eating isn't one of those.*

'But it could happen!'

*Yeah, no.*

'Fine. Dingus.'

*HEY!*

You opened your box of raisins, and strangely enough, they were shaped like Toby. You hummed as you ate a small handful. They tasted like raisins (Thank dog), but when you chewed them, it sounded like squeaky toys.

Where was Toby, anyway? You didn't see him much after the Jerry incident. You should look for him later, then. Hopefully he didn't stray too far ahead. Sure, Jerry was extremely unlikeable, but he didn't stink. In the literal sense, that is.

You walked over towards lesser dog when you finished with half of your raisins, and for some reason, his neck was back to normal. He visibly brightened up when you approached him, and he was already excited yet again.

*What if his neck resets when he's sleeping? Just picture this, a slinky with his head on it.*

'I'm not imagining it just because I don't want to laugh in front of him and make him think im picking on him—but god that's a hilarious mental image, Ghostie.'

*You're welcome, Friskadoodle.*

Lesser dog barked at you, and when he had your attention, said "Pleas moar pets".

He tried to say something else, but his doggish voice was too strong to do any intricate words. You didn't mind this, instead petting him on the head. He wasn't as excited as before, but his tail was clearing the snow behind him with how erratically it moved. Thankfully, his neck didn't move this time. Maybe he wasn't so excited this time because you pet him before, or maybe it's because you're more underwhelming than before...

*Definitely the first.*

'Thankies.'

*No Problem Frisker-whiskers.*

After patting lesser dog some more, he sighed in contentment and gave you some trail mix. Even though you were never going to eat it, you might as well keep him happy. Plus, hey. You could smell the jerky to give the impression that you're eating a steak. Juicy, savory, meaty-

*I wish that monsters would just grow some real food that isn't made of magic. Meh. Maybe we can find some crops in waterfall.*

'What's waterfall like?'

*Well, It's enormous. Filled with mazes and puzzles, which I think you'd actually enjoy by the way, and tons of water.*

'You really weren't lying about the king and names, huh?'

*I wish I was, Frisk. I Wish I was.*

*There's also a huge Garbage dump there, which is near one of the lower entrances to the mountain. Maybe seeds could have landed there?*

'Yuck. I don't want to go to the dump...'

*And I don't want you to starve. I don't know how you made it through half a day eating pine needles.*

'To be honest, I didn't think much about it. I was having fun, ya' know? When I did remember that I hadn't eaten, that's when I was really hungry. At this point I don't feel too hungry, either.'

*Did you even drink water when we were here?*

'..Oops?'

Ghostie sighed in a way that parents do in movies. As in that generic soccer mom sigh when Timmy gets another B- *That's it friskeroo. We're getting a LARGE thermos. No juice, no 'hot cocoa', NOTHING but water will go in that mug. You want something dehydrating, get it in a different cup.*

'Yes ma'am.'

You did your best impression of a military walk, but it didn't work as well as you'd hoped. Your legs hurt afterward too. Taking a moment to stretch would really help you out, actually.

"Excuse me, Human. I would prefer not to be jostled, thank you." You winced when you remembered that the snowman was still there. You were still responsible for him, so you had to give him a good ride too. You signed a quick sorry, to which he hummed in agreement, and then you walked off, despite your gait being a lot gentler.

And what you saw wasn't pretty in the slightest.

It was but your old arch-enemy...

ICE.

You looked at the slick, unassuming walkway in front of you. Switches were peppered across it all in a ruthless, confusing manner.

The ice wasn't what scared you most though, it was the fact that there were no fences. No barrier in case you fell down. It had to be at least a ten-foot fall. You took a deep breath to gather yourself.

*It's okay Frisk. You want me to take over?*

'No, I'm okay, Ghostie. I can do this. Especially considering your track record on ice skating. Heh...'

*Psh. Let me try. I know you're scared of heights.* Ghostie seamlessly slipped into your body comfortably, and you were in the mind room yet again.

You should really add some more features here. But maybe later... tiredness radiated through your entire being. Without further ado you plopped yourself on the rufus plush and began to sleep a dreamless rest.

Perhaps the added exposure made it easier to walk in this body. It was waaay easier to walk now than before, but it would still take a while to get used to going long distances. Now, a puzzle like this? I can do this.

…

In a minute...

I'm not scared of falling psh of course not..

Frick.

My knees are totally not buckling or anything. I'm not scared of heights...

"Don't worry kid, the fall isn't half as bad as you'd think."

I turned around to find that sans was right there, the same smile plastered on his stupid face. I immediately felt on edge.

"Just solve the puzzle. Trust me, things will be okay. The snow down there is pretty thick, so you won't get hurt if you fall anyway. Heck, even the monster kids jump down there when they're bored. All ya need to do is just turn all the X's into O's. Simple, right buddy?"

I wanted to glare at him, but I doubt it would be like Frisk's glare. Her's is kind of like an angry Pomeranian. I opted for a simple shrug instead.

"Fear of heights, I'm guessing?"

'No.' Was all I could sign that looked the same as frisk.

"Hey, if it makes ya feel better, you can just facepalm some snow after. I bet that's really relaxing, ain't it?"

I flipped him off before I did the puzzle. It was satisfying to do indeed. He didn't react as usual, but I feel like at this point he's been desensitized to middle fingers. Fuck you too, sans.

I glanced down at the bottom yet again. It didn't look like an easy fall. Okay Chara, think about frisk. Do it for her, dammit.

Taking a deep breath and steeling my nerves I took a step and immediately slid onto the switch in front of me, which happened to be the first one on the very right. I couldn't help but flail my arms and hope for the best, but surely enough I stopped at the snow.

So now I know that I can stop at every switch easily. That made things easier.

I slid forward to the next switch, making sure that I slowed down enough to stop at the snow again. A grey button was at the end of the puzzle, but I would have to press that later. I then slid up and got the switches on the top of the puzzle, then sliding down to the middle and hitting the grey button from there.

The button went down with a clack, and soon enough there was a bridge forming in it's place. I sat down at the ledge of the puzzle to catch my breath. So much for stamina, huh? Sure, Frisk was well versed in being able to walk in her body, but my soul has yet to get used to this body. I felt Frisk's hair. It was getting curled again. That means my control over this body is slipping.

*Frisk. Hey, Frisk. Wake up.*

'hnnnnnnnng noooo'

*Come on Frisk, I can't control this much longer.*

'Say pretty please.'

*Frisk.*

'Ghostie.'

*Fine. Pretty please.*

'With a maraschino cherry on top?'

*No.*

'Hehe, it was worth a try.'

Frisk swiftly took control, and I settled back onto the Rufus beanbag. Finally. I'll sleep for now then.

You didn't want to do that puzzle, and you would thank Ghostie for that.. But.. Why did she need to leave you on the ledge? As soon as you opened your eyes, you saw the frightening place your body was left on. Your chest tightened and your heart sank when you saw that you were so close to falling. You straightened your back and took a moment to breathe, while trying as hard as you could to get back up onto the ground. There wasn't anything to hold onto but slippery Ice, and you slid further. Your legs buckled and your breathing quickened.

You tried again, clawing more frantically onto the ice floors to try and get leverage, yet you slipped once more. You were closer to falling down. At this point, you didn't know how big the fall was, but you didn't care.

You didn't want to die fall again.

You looked around for something to hold onto, but there wasn't anything in your range of vision. At this point you stayed still. If you did one wrong move, you would surely fall. You didn't even know what would happen should you fall.
You could hear the river.

"SMALL HUMAN? IT IS YOU INDEED! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE? THERE ARE MANY OTHER WAYS TO GET TO THE BOTTOM FLOOR, LITTLE FRIEND."

OH THANK GOD-

You fingerspelled "help" and sure enough, Papyrus got the picture. He picked you up and dragged you away from the ledge with no further prompting from you.

"I SEE... YOU WERE ABOUT TO FALL? DO NOT WORRY HUMAN, THE FALL ISN'T EVEN THAT BAD! LOOK!"

Papyrus jumped from the ledge and your heart sank. You looked down to see that he was perfectly fine though. He smiled some more and waved at you from the bottom floor, unscathed except for some stray bits of snow on top of his marker-stained skull.

You sighed and walked down to the bottom floor via the slope to see what was down there. You were curious, after all. There were two snow sculptures, well, at least one of them was a sculpture. It was a portrayal of Papyrus, only this version had muscles. "Cool dude" was carefully sculpted on the 'battle body'.

"OBSERVE MY CRAFTMANSHIP, HUMAN! PERFECTLY SCULPTED SNOW, GORGEOUS CURVES, SPLENDID COMPOSITION! IT IS A STATUE OF YOURS TRULY, MADE BY THE GREATS! (Also yours truly.) AND THEN THERE'S THIS. I WISH THAT MY BROTHER COULD CARE A BIT MORE ABOUT HIS WORK, INSTEAD OF JUST GIVING UP SO MANY TIMES."

You glanced at what Papyrus was gesturing at with such annoyance, and it turned out to be a lump of snow with the name 'Sans' written in red marker. You then started wondering if it was the marker Papyrus had earlier, but the world would 'nyehver' know.

*I wonder why he put biceps on the top and skipped leg day.*

'Maybe he wants to be Johnny Bravo?'

*Or heck, maybe he wants to be an Aaron.*

'Who's that?'

*You'll meet him at Waterfall. When you do, remember this conversation.*

'I gotchu fam.'

"WELL NOW, I SHALL GO AND PREPARE THE OTHER JAPES! FAREWELL, YOUNG HUMAN, I SHALL BE OFF! NYEHEH!"

Papyrus leapt up to the second floor in one fell swoop, by.. Skipping in the air? Just don't think about it at this point.

*Im getting a headache and I have a nonexistent head.*

'Shh.'

You walked back through the walkway yet again, and slid down through the puzzle to cross the bridge as slowly as you wished.

After crossing the bridge however, you were pleased to find that there were trees surrounding the bridge, providing a safer pathway than the others. If only there were less branches, though.. You crossed it while pushing away the stray snow-covered twigs that blocked the path, while the pine needles combed through your hair as you passed, leaving cool snow in your curls.

By the time you had gone off of the bridge, there was a small dog sculpture in your hair. The snowman in your pocket whose name you had forgotten had peeked at you from your pocket and giggled, but also tried conversing with the snowdog. You had to cover the pocket when you started walking though, mostly because the dog had crumbled atop your head with the movement.

You shook your head to get rid of the snow that made its way in your scarf, while also brushing off any snow on your head. Once your hair stopped looking like Cruella, you went on with your quest! This time without marching.

There were two roads you could take. One was a downwards slope, while another seemed to lead to an open field of snow poffs.

*Try sliding down that slope!*

'Heck yeah!'

You positioned yourself for optimal sliding, then down you went!

In a normal speed. But hey, you weren't a speed demon. You slid to the bottom of the hill and got up once you started scooting awkwardly. You brushed off your pants and looked around to see..

*SANS. WHY IS IT ALWAYS SANS.*

You walked up to him to see what was new, only to have him say a simple "Whats up?"

You replied by pointing at the ceiling. He looked up briefly, before stopping and chuckling a bit. "That joke was horrible kid. Tell me a few next time."

You walked away while observing the walls, to find that there were tons of eyes that seemed to float in the holes. It spooked you, but once you waved at it, you were pleased to find that it was just a family of bats. They waved back, and were kind of cute, really. They reminded you of dogs with wings, but not quite.

You kept walking and saw Sans yet again. How? Why?

You looked behind you to find Sans. You looked in front of you. Still sans. You grabbed a snowball and chucked it at his direction, but your throwing skills haven't magically improved since yesterday, to your chagrin.

'Why must you forsake me so, anime tropes?'

You grumpily walked over to the other sans, and he simply responded with a "Are you following me?" his face looked trollish as always, but you stuck your tongue at him anyway.

*Yeah! Frick your humor, Sans!*

'No cursing'

*Wha- Frick isn't cursing!*

'You said it with the intention of cursing. And I also don't like how much it sounds like frisk.'

*You are too damn lucky because I care about you.*

'Likewise, dorkie.'

*Frisker-whiskers.*

'Grosstie'

*Frisky business.*

'Ghoyster'

"You good there, pal?"

You snapped your attention back to sans, who was eyeing you with that same calculated look. You held back a shudder before giving him a totally not shaky thumbs up.

"You do you, bud."

He then went on to his own devices, well, whatever he was doing anyway. You walked away to the next part of the clearing.

It was a blue-stone path, with no snow in sight except for some snowflakes falling down gently. Or.. At least you thought they were snowflakes. They seemed to be floating sparkles in the air that reminded you of the stars you use to SAVE. Everything around you was black, so dark that you couldn't see anything except the faintly glowing road in front of you. You took a brief selfie (Which was oddly clear for such a dark place) and kept walking.

*I wonder why this looks like waterfall, when it's in Snowdin town. I really like this place, though.*

'Me too.'

You could faintly hear piano notes in the background, but it might've been your imagination. After walking for a bit, you finally reached a room. It had four clusters of glowing mushrooms scattered about the room, with dark, moist soil under your feet. The rocky, uneven walls had a comforting shade of blue as well, and it looked even better with the light from the mushrooms. There was a faint trickle of condensation running down the walls, leaving dewdrops on the glowing mushies.
There was also a door. Not as large as the ones in the ruins, but still large enough to tower over you.
*Like everything in the underground.*

'Shush.'

It had the same ol' symbol painted onto the wood, and it seemed pretty interesting nonetheless.

*You get the feeling that something might happen here later. But for now, it is just a door.*

'But hey, at least I can see these things.'
You walked closer to the mushrooms to inspect them. They were lightly speckled with tiny flecks of navy blue sprinkled on them, and they looked so soft too...

*Why don't you touch one?*

'I don't think I should do that.. Grandma said that some mushrooms shouldn't be touched because they can be poison.'

*Trust me on this. Touch one! I promise you'll be okay.*

'..If you say so, Ghostie..'

You tapped one, albeit reluctantly, but you didn't spontaneously combust, so that was a plus. What you didn't expect though, was that the mushroom just.. Squeaked. IT WAS ADORABLE. You kept tapping them, noticing how the glow turned on and off- it didn't stop. You pet the mushrooms, tapped the mushrooms, spent some time staring and appreciating the mushrooms-

*They're just mushrooms though.*

'Mushies are love mushies are life.'

You eventually did get tired though, so you bid your beloved mushrooms goodbye while also making sure that they were all turned on, in case someone else wanted to appreciate them like you did.

You practically skipped back to the snowy fields again, mood absolutely lifted because goodness was that cool. In your daze, you stumbled upon a moose.. But not any moose. It seemed awfully decorated too. It reared its head over to you and yelled a very unhappy "WHAT?" with a.. sideways muzzle?
Soon enough, you were in a battle yet again. The same tennis court lay around you, and soon you were face to face with the enraged monster.

*Gyftrot confronts you!*

Your options were in front of you again, but this time you pressed check.
'Whats wrong with this guy, Ghostie?'

*Well, his name is Gyftrot, he's got okay stats, not too dangerous, but he's angry because some teens 'decorated' him as a prank.. That just sucks.*

"HoHoHo!" His sarcastic laugh took your attention from the mental conversation you were having. Rude.

"Go ahead and laugh." You couldn't laugh that heartily if you tried, but uh.. That still wouldn't be too nice to laugh about..

You then looked down to see that Gyftrot had made bullets shaped like presents underneath the court. They shuffled a bit and then stopped, coming after you. You dodged one row of them by slipping through the middle of two of them, but there was another row quickly forming. This time, you jumped over to the blue present and held still, feeling that cool rush pass through you entirely. Gyfttrot's muzzle had a hazy breath, and his pine tree 'antlers' made the court smell like pine needles.

You pressed the ACT button and decided to 'undecorate' the poor guy. You started by removing the barbed wire made from.. Pipe cleaners? You threw it to the abyss below the cliff, while also giving his horns a small rub.

*Gyftrot is.. Slightly less irritated?*

"That's actually a bit better..." he admitted. His tone of voice sounded genuine for once.

Despite this, he kept up the attacks, but they had much less anger put into them. It wasn't presents this time, but instead small pellets of hail. The pattern was much easier to dodge, even though a few nicked you in the process. You 'undecorated' Gyftrot again, this time removing a stocking filled with chicken nuggets.

"I'm feeling a bit better..."

You glanced at the stocking again. It was really a plastic bag shaped like a stocking.

'I kinda wanna eat those chicken nuggets. They're still warm and everything.'

*Wha—Hell no! Who knows where that's been!*
'IM HUNGRY, OKAY?'

*WAIT A BIT MORE. WE'RE ALMOST AT TOWN.*

'TOO LATE, BOI.'

You munched on the chicken nuggets, and surprisingly enough, they were real meat. You felt a lot better to have something solid, despite there just being 4 nuggets.

*You disgust me.*

'I know I don't, but thanks anyway.'

*Yuck.*

You dodged another volley of hail, which was even easier to dodge, and finally removed a photo of a snowdrake and his mother. You felt the need to save this when you meet them. On the other hand, Gyftrot was finally pleased.

"A weight has been lifted... Thank you."

Ghostie sighed before narrating yet again.*Gyftrot's problems have been taken away.*

You acted one more time, and gave him a small gift. It was 20G. You already had a fair amount, and the poor guy had gone through way too much. With that, you spared him and walked off.

You waved at the bats one last time, said hey to Sans, and then walked over to the next area filled with snow poffs. There was also a dog house to the far left, but you were more focused on the poffs.

You inspected one of them.

*It's a Snow Poff.*

'A very intelligent observation, Ghostie.'

*Why thank you.*

You walked over and looked at the next snow poff, half expecting Ghostie to say something else. As you expected, she did.

*And this, is a snow poff.*

'I see.. My world is so much clearer now.'

You checked out another one of the beautifully stacked snow domes.

*This, however, is a snow poff.*

'You don't say.'

At this point, you just wanted to keep up the charade. You walked over to another one.

*Surprisingly, it's a snow poff.*

And another one.

*Snow poff...*

Another.

*Is it really a snow poff?*

One more time.

*Behold! A snow poff.*

Just kidding, this is the last one.

*Eh? There's 30 G inside this.. Uh.. What is this?*

Really? You saw a golden glint inside the snow and surely enough, it was gold. You grabbed the coins (Which were really 3 coins with tens engraved into them) and walked over to the rest of the path.

There was a snow poff in front of you.

*Oh come on not again...*

'You don't have to say it, its okay.'

You were just about to split the poff in half to be able to cross it, only to find that a dog was in there. He looked surprisingly like toby, but he wasn't the same. You felt a bit disheartened, but he was still cute, you supposed.

He yipped at you twice with his tail wagging. It poked out of the snow in the most a'dog'able way imaginable. Well, until he got up that is. You were in the battle court yet again, whether you liked it or not. The cute little dog quickly towered over you in a matter of seconds, equipped with giant, hulking armor, huge fists and a even larger spear... that happened to have a dog face on it. His gauntlets also had dog faces on them.

*It's the greater dog alright.*

The few moments of confusion you had was soon replaced with fear as you ran away from an upcoming spear. When the spear turned blue, you braced yourself and held still, using all of your experience with "Red light green light" in this one battle.

You immediately pressed the ACT button on instinct, but thought out your options. You couldn't pet him yet; he was too far away to do that. You couldn't play with him without him knowing your scent either. You briefly checked his stats.

*Careful Friskoo, this guy can pack a punch. Oddly enough, he thinks that fighting is just play.*

His turn came yet again, and you had to dodge the spear once more. It nicked your sides a few times, but nothing a monster candy can't fix.

You popped a candy in your mouth while checking your options. Deciding to beckon him, you pat your legs and did kissy noises at him. He padded forward as soon as you made eye contact.

*You call the greater dog. It bounds towards you, flecking slobber on your face. Gross.*

You wiped your face momentarily while petting him.

*Greater dog curls up in your lap as it is pet by you. It gets so comfortable that it falls asleep... zzzzz.. And then it wakes up! And it's so excited!*

It then attacked with a bullet that looked like a dog that was sleeping, but then the bullet woke up and started barking at you. It had no noise, but the literal word 'bark' was being thrown at you. You jumped and dodged them, but one hit you while dodging and now? Now your ears were ringing with barking noises.

*Frick that's annoying.*

'I know.. It sucks.'

You decided to play with him using a pine branch. You were honestly surprised at how it fit in your pocket really.. You decided to play with him for a while then.

After playing so much, Greater dog had laid on the snow with its paws hanging in the air.

*It seems as though Greater dog is contented.*

You spared him, but he got out of his armor, gave you a small doge kiss on the cheek, then hopped back inside the armor.. The opposite way.. Somehow, he could still control the armor without looking anywhere.

*Creepy.*

'yep.'

You walked onto the next clearing, but you froze. There was a bridge in front of you. Sure, it had rope.. But it was narrow. The river was right below you. There were tons of weapons that threatened to break the bridge, should you step on it.

'Please do this one Ghostie.. I.. I can't.'

*..Okay, frisk. Leave it to me.*

Ghostie walked down the bridge, but first she stepped on it warily. After stomping on it enough times, she finally walked down the bridge to see what 'puzzle' would need solving. The bridge was surprisingly sturdy.

"UH.. BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!" Papyrus seemed nervous, but in that sort of way that makes you look stupidly confident. The mechanism had cannons, blades, fire, a spike ball, and.. Wait.. Is that Toby?!

"WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE!" Sans' face was painfully still. Papyrus shifted a bit, as if he was nervous with this mechanism out. Both of you felt wary as well, and you didn't need to feel connected to know that.

"CANNONS WILL FIRE. SPIKES WILL SWING! BLADES WILL SLICE! EACH PART WILL SWING VIOLENTLY UP AND DOWN!" To explain, Papyrus did a chopping motion with his arms. It didn't help. He then put his arms on his sides, resting whatever was on his arms for a bit.

"ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN! ARE YOU READY?! BECAUSE.. I.. AM.. ABOUT.. TO.. DO.. IT!"

A long pause of silence came, the only thing that could be heard was the crackling fire. Sans turned over to face his brother. "Well, what's the holdup?"

"HOLDUP?! WHAT HOLDUP?! I'M.. I'M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!"

"That, uh, doesn't look very activated."

"WELL! THIS CHALLENGE.. IT SEEMS.. MAYBE.. TOO EASY TO DEFEAT THE HUMAN WITH! YEAH! WE CAN'T USE THIS ONE! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS! MY PUZZLES ARE VERY FAIR! AND MY TRAPS ARE EXPERTLY COOKED!"

*Cooked?!*

"BUT THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS AT ALL! AWAY IT GOES!"
'Wait! Toby is still up there!'

Ghostie shook her arms frantically to try and grab Papyrus' attention. He stopped the gauntlet from rising any further. Toby was still up there, and that rope didn't look comfortable at all.

"WHAT IS IT, CURLY HUMAN?"

'The dog is up there. Please bring him down.' At this point, your control was slowly bleeding into Ghostie's with your worry.

"WAIT, HE IS?! SAAAANS!"
"Yeah dude?"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT THE DOG WAS THE HUMAN'S ACQUAINTANCE? I SHALL RETRIEVE HIM AT ONCE!" Papyrus did that air skipping thing again while swiftly untying Toby and bringing him back with a flutter. Toby seemed calm enough, but you were too worried for him. You quickly hugged him while he gave you a quick lick on your cheek. You then gave him a few pets and signed a quick thank you to Papyrus.

"NO PROBLEM, YOUNG ONE! I SHOULD BE THE ONE SAYING SORRY; I DIDN'T KNOW THAT HE WAS UP THERE, REALLY. "

"I'll ask him the next time I don't know where he is. Good idea. "

"SANS YOU BUM!"

"Bum? More like bumbling with productivity."

"REALLY?"
"Yeah bro. I ate two times more fries than yesterday."

"HMM... WELL I GUESS THAT IS SOME VALUABLE PROGRESS... ANYWAY, IT HAS BEEN ANOTHER DECISIVE VICTORY FOR PAPYRUS! NYEH! HEH! …. HEH?" Papyrus dashed off, leaving snow unturned in his trail.

As usual, you walked over to Sans to see what he was going to say. "I don't know what my Brother is going to do next. If I were you, I would practice on avoiding blue attacks."

'noted.'

Your legs were sore. You were definitely due for a nice nap at this point. You checked out a sign to see that you were in a town!
*FRICK YES!*

You wanted to cheer some more but you just wanted to sleep. You saved, dashed over to the nearest Inn, booked a room and fell into a well-deserved rest. Perhaps you'd explore the town later.